I’ve been bad recently at writing. I have many thoughts as is typical, but I don’t feel like agitating. Drug use has been prevalent in the news, seemingly more than normal. My opinion on mortality is predictably morbid.

I’ve spent the last 6 days studying Spanish using duo lingo. I think that it’s incredible. In one week doing 40 minutes a day roughly, I feel comfortable with some basic things. Even the vast majority of what I hear on the street or the radio, which still makes no sense, has slowed down considerably. I feel confident in my lack of knowledge because I feel like I’m getting my arms around it.

I bought a heater for my office that I can turn on my feet. It’s louder than I would like, therefore conspicuous such that I am now telegraphing when I’m cold, though in reality it’s only my feet. I’m disappointed with this.

I had a long of meetings today about something boring, but that I still shouldn’t discuss on the internet. I am a co-chair of this project that will span about a year. We are in the vendor selection phase and fortunately, I made some recommendations and suggestions that went over well with leadership. Team effort, but a decent feeling in terms of building credibility and “my brand” (that’s the phrase that came to mind and I don’t intend to rework my thought).

I’m ready to finish my book and publish it. Contrary to what any mother will tell me, I do think that I know what protracted labor feels like. I love this thing, but I’d like to push it out already.

The Broncos disappointed me, but I actually feel sorry for them because I’m sure that they are more sad about it than anyone else.

I need to do laundry, buy toothpaste, and maybe some dinner because the leftovers from a rice casserole with shrimp and sausage probably won’t be enough.

For the last two mornings I’ve eaten yogurt and granola. Awesome breakfast. I want some right now, but I’m on a train.

I finished The Sopranos (for the first time) yesterday. Yup. That far behind, but I like enjoying something after the crowds have dissipated. I feel exactly the opposite way about relationships. Obviously. Controversially? (I don’t care, FYI – I did promise several blogs ago to stop saying that).

What else?

Hmmm…

More duo lingo. More snow. More simplifying life…

I could sure use some chicken souse and Johnny cake. Or stew conch. And Johnny cake. Or a cracked conch. Or some dumplin’ (if you don’t know that that should end in “soup”, you probably never had “soup”). And a vita malt. But for sure I could use some guava duff.

And that’s what’s really on my mind.. And I’m not gonna proof read this (read: REBEL).